Tuesday, November 13

remember, remember the 8th of NOVEMBER

Roberto Cavalli's collection for H&M was, by far, the biggest disappointment out of all the designer collaborations with the Swedish company.
It was 8th of November in London —grey and rainy— and I decided, quite late though, that a visit to H&M was the right thing to do since Cavalli's collection was premiering that day. When I finally got to the other side of Oxford Street from the underground exit I had very mistakenly chosen, the adventure begun. Loads of hysterical women elbowed and look-killed each other to grab the leftovers of the catastrophe the collection was. The men line was even worse, white and black leopard prints on the sides of shirts and prices that were not worth it. Only a few pieces from the womens wear were actually good; my favourite, the mini zebra-print dress.
If this was not enough for my poor stomach to take, today I find in style.com's main page a video from the NYC premiere of the collection in one of H&M's biggest stores. And everything was self-explained. Roberto Cavalli has deteriorated ot the point of looking like a drunken Italian rich pimp with touches of tackiness and a frightening orange-ish tan. Can't even talk about the cigar.

Odes shall be written about this tragedy.

I'm off.

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